like teenager

Lyana

The elevator doors open, revealing an immense lobby with beige decor and a ceiling over two meters high, natural light comes in through the glass wall covered with a shield dark enough to block the heat and hide who is inside. I feel the slightest touch against my waist and, encouraged, I take a few steps into the hallway. I bite my lip and follow the path to the left, reaching a kitchen fully equipped with stainless steel appliances. I smile a little.

I return the same way, his constant presence at my side as if he were waiting for something. Near the glass wall, I find a huge wooden bookcase containing several books, a recliner, and a small side table. I flick through the titles, looking at the collections of books I've always dreamed of reading. I follow the path of the translucent wall, finding three doors, on the first right a simple but masculine office with dark blue and gray tones, a glass desk, and a black chair.

The second on the right is a room with a double bed, spar